1. We put an offer on a house, and we're not ready to sell ours yet. My husband keeps saying that we're almost done, but we've been almost done for weeks. We still have so much to do! In order for this offer to work, we need to get our house on the market ASAP. I have been working non-stop on fixing up the house, only taking breaks to focus on other stressors like work and family.
2. Work. We're entering our busy time, when overtime is pretty much guaranteed. This usually involves stress, late nights, and horrible eating habits. If I could take a day or two off work to finish the house, it would be great, but as it is, I don't see how that's possible.
3. Family. My mother has fallen so many times in the last few weeks that paramedics are starting to grumble about having to come help her get up. My sister is going to the doctor with her this afternoon, so we'll see what comes of that.
4. My health. I don't even want to think about it. Also, the health of my dog, which led to an EXTREMELY frustrating vet appointment yesterday. An expensive, frustrating vet appointment.
5. Everything else in my life. I can't remember the last time I put away laundry. Instead, it is piling up everywhere and it now takes me forever to find something to wear to work. I can't find my motorcycle key, since we took our keyhooks down to paint and I don't know where I put the key after our last ride. I have no idea what is in our fridge. Our pantry is bare, because I have barely gone grocery shopping. Our finances are a mess. We have been bleeding money like crazy on home improvement supplies. I could go on and on, but I'm a bit tired right now.
Last night, as we were prepping the fireplace to tile around it, my husband yelled at me because he thought I was bossing him around. I totally wasn't - I hate standing around doing nothing while he works, so I asked if he was going to be ready for tile soon so I could start bringing it in. He apparently thought I was implying that he should drop what he was doing and go bring the tile in himself, and got really upset, at which point I started crying. And here it is, 15 hours later, and I feel so tired and stressed that I STILL want to cry. But I have several days worth of housework to do in the next day or two, along with working a full-time job and accomplishing normal everyday activities like sleeping, eating, and showering, that I just don't have time for a melt-down.
I haven't even thought of getting pregnant, or when in the world I'm going to have time for an HSG. Or what's going on with my cycle. I just want to relax for a bit, with a glass of wine, and then have a full night's sleep, and then get up when I'm good and ready, and not when my alarm tells me to.
More pictures! They're taken with my phone, so they aren't great.
First up, the demolition of the fireplace surround. What you see here is the original concrete, with carpet on top of it, then plywood on top of that, then tile, and then finally the base of the fireplace. That was quite a doozy to get all of that out:
The fireplace once all of the surrounding material had been removed:
The great room, mostly ready to go:
The other side of the great room, which is my crafting area. I've decluttered a bit more since the picture was taken:
The kitchen, covered with construction debris. We still have a few more cabinet doors to hang, since I didn't count correctly and we didn't buy enough hinges:
The fireplace area after removing the base of the fireplace. We have since rebuilt the base, and we've laid out the new tile that will surround it, but we haven't set the tile, which will happen tonight. Grouting will happen tomorrow. I had to improvise a way to hold the top part of the fireplace up while we worked beneath it. Hence, the desk legs from IKEA and some 2x2s that I bought to make an extension for my crafting table:
It makes me kind of sad that we are FINALLY making all of the improvements to our house that I've wanted to do for the last few years, and it's all for someone else. Assuming, of course, that someone wants to buy it...
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